A/N: Oh well, Chapter 5 is here! Took forever to get my lazy ass off the bed and start typing. X) I still haven't gotten any feedbacks for the new story, pls let me know if it's a nice idea. Yep, my usual greetings to the readers, my usual thanks to reviewers and so on…

Disclaimer: I don't own Mortal Instruments, Apple, Nike, Beats or any of the awesome songs mentioned, even though I wish I did.

CPOV

Last night was a blast! Jace asked me to dance, and we danced together to Tik Tok by Ke$ha. I ended up hauling a drunk Izzy home, changing her into PJ's, hold her hair while she puked her guts out, and tucked her in with a teddy. Yep, a teddy. I don't feel bad; because there are multiple times Izzy has also done the same for me. After that was done, I rinsed off my makeup, took a nice refreshing shower, changed into PJ's and drifted off to sleep myself. I woke up around 6.30, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes groggily and crawling off my queen-size canopy bed, leaving the fluffy pillows ruefully behind. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and slipped out of the PJ's and into a sports bra and spandex. I brushed my wavy red hair with a brush and tied it into a high ponytail with a flexible band. I checked my reflection in the mirror to make sure I look presentable, and picked up my iPod, the arm strap, and my beats headphones. I strapped the iPod to my arm using the arm strap and plugged the headphones into the iPod. Lastly I tied on my Nike running shoes, and walked out of my room. I wrote Izzy a note and taped it on the fridge, saying that I'm going for a morning run, and walked off. I stepped out of the building, deciding to run the city first. The beach run would have to wait for Izzy. I set off at a leisurely pace, 'Broken hearted' By Lawson blasting from my iPod. I started humming as I ran, gradually picking up pace.

After an hour I went up to my pent house, and banged opened the door to Izzy's room. I started mercilessly whacking her with the pillow pets, while she screamed bloody murder and I laughed. I got the hell out of the room after Izzy woke up and started throwing pillows at me, grumbling about her beauty sleep. I checked my wrist watch, I had at least an hour to get ready. I slipped into the shower, and quickly got ready for my day, dressing myself into a runway-worthy outfit, which consisted of my Victoria Secret black lacy push-up bra, a mid-riff leather jacket with a huge silver zip that is zipped up half way, a pair of black skinny jeans, a metal belt, and combat boots. I toss on my cross necklace and a pair of matching silver earrings, and decided to leave my hair to its natural condition, wavy, and flowing down my back. I applied my usual smoky eyes, blood red lip stick, and faint blush, and smiled into the mirror before flouncing out of my room. Izzy was dressed in an outfit similar to mine's yesterday. A dark blue denim skirt, black tank top, leather jacket and boots. She smiled widely when she saw me.
"Let's go!" She beamed.

JPOV

Everyone is here except Clary and Izzy. Annoyed, I asked Maia.

"Are they always late for everything?"

"Yep." Clary answered, hopping out of her car as she killed the engine. I couldn't help but stare at her. She even had a belly piercing. And I caught a glimpse of a black lacy bra underneath the midriff jacket. I smiled at Clary.

"Are you trying to seduce someone?"

Clary's jaw hung open before she collected herself into her cool, calm façade again, but it was there nonetheless. She glared at me, and I half expected her to shoot lasers out of her eyes, I mean, she has poison fingernails, right? So why not laser eyes? As if reading my thoughts, Clary smacked my upside the head.

"How can anyone have laser eyes, Jace? I'm not Superman or some random super hero."

Izzy giggled.

"How do you know that I'm thinking about that?" I protested arrogantly.

"You were staring at my eyes, and you cringed." She smirked. "I supposed there are no teachers. Boys, go throw some knives or something. I and the girls will be in the music room. It's been ages since I touched a guitar."

I felt my jaw drop internally, she plays too? "I seriously doubt I want to hear your music. Let's go spar, boys." I said cockily, smirking when I saw Clary's eyes narrow. As soon as we reached the training room, Jordan pipes up.

"Let's go spy on the girls. Training is no fun."

Alright, I know you're pissed for such a ridiculously short chapter. Sorry 'bout that. I promise something real in the next chapter. Clace will finally have some alone time. Next chapter will be inspired by Serenity Shadowstar's ideas. Yep. Farewell readers! I might, or might not update tomorrow. Depends on my mom's temper. So, bye!

Love ya readers,

KaitlynTheBadassGirlz